CHAPTER VIII.
A MAD WIFE.
"I'll tell you all about it," said Scone Dacres; "but don't laugh, for matters like these are not to be trifled with, and I may take offense." "Oh, bother, as if I ever laugh at any thing serious! By Jove! no.

You don't know me, old chap." "All right, then.

Well, to begin.

This wife that I speak of happened to me very suddenly.

I was only a boy, just out of Oxford, and just into my fortune.